I'm a hot bitch. After being called a bitch enough, I've come to accept the term with a sort of pride for always getting what I want, and the hot part? Well, I've always been hot.
I used to go on to chat rooms just to describe myself in all honesty, and have people doubt that was possible: blond, 5'6", size 34D (isn't that what guys just love to hear?), and a nice, round ass. The most common response was frustration that I was just some liar, or some loser making up the characteristics for fun. I always had a good laugh to myself at the guy's reaction, and a few lesbians too, when I could find them. I never posted any pictures, though, because I couldn't put my face to the horribly slutty things I would say to those people. Oh, but to see the looks on their faces would have been so worth it!
When I go out to a bar with my friends, I like to dress to kill. A short dress always does the trick, because my legs are really sexy and I've been told that a mini-dress suits me.
As you can tell, I love to tease, and I do it regularly because it gets me off later, when I'm all alone. I think of the power I had over all those guys, and about how much they wanted me - but most of all, what they would do to me. There have been times I've sat on a guy's lap because he's good at dirty talk, and that always does it for me! But lap-sitting is about as hands-on as I get. I am not really a slut.
"Hey gorgeous," one man purred as he moved a little closer to me at the bar, and he wasn't bad to look at either. Still, I paid him no attention, but bent over the counter a little to get the bartender's attention.
"Shot of tequila!"
Most people I know would actually call me conservative in my everyday life, because I've only slept with a handful of people, and I'm already twenty-five. That's getting up there in age, compared to the young little things I see at the club dressed as slutty as a girl can imagine. Still, you should see the guys falling all over themselves when they look at me. I've been told I look much younger than I am, and that my sexual aura is very inviting.
"You ... want me to get that for you?" Handsome asked, but I just look at him, smile, and then look away. Too easy.
I don't know why I enjoy being such a bitch, but I love it. I leaned over a little more, fantasizing as I spoke to the bartender about what Handsome might do to me if he had the chance. Maybe if I was tied up somewhere ... Such dirty thoughts. I wanted to be punished, but Handsome seemed so plain to me. He probably wanted me on my back, missionary style. Where is the excitement? The adventure? I sighed as my drink slid over the bar, and I paid to swallow it back and grimace at the strong taste.
Handsome's hands were on me as I drifted over to the dance floor, but I let him guide my hips. It felt nice for a little while. I even danced with him for a few minutes before I was bored with his hard-on pressing onto my ass.
"I have to go to the washroom," I lied, excusing myself to the bathroom just in case he was watching. I'd been teasing people all night, and the exhaustion of my work week was beginning to hit me when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye.
There in the bathroom was a couple making out - two women. I held my breath and watched for a moment as a very feminine young woman moaned and tugged down her panties from under her short skirt. She flashed a look of embarrassment over her shoulder when she caught me staring, but she let them drop anyway, and returned her lips to the kiss.
I watched in the mirror as a more masculine young woman moved her hand up the soft thigh of her make-out partner. Those fingers were heading under that skirt, but right in front of me? I was not usually witness to such intimate displays of affection, with both partners being of sound mind. And being lesbians. I wasn't sure what to feel about it.
The young thing threw her arms around Butch's shoulders, and she tensed for a moment as I realized those fingers had been pushed into her. I let out the deep breath I'd been holding as Butch looked at me from over her lover's shoulder.
Without a word, she turned the girl around, and leaned her over to brace herself on the stall as the sexy skirt was pushed up, over her hips. What was I watching?!
I turned to watch the sight just as I lost my breath again. Butch locked eyes with me as she licked her finger, and obviously placed it on the girl's ass. On her asshole! My eyes went so wide they felt dry, and I had to balance myself over the counter so as not to fall in my heels. My lips were dry. My hair felt unnatural, tickling my shoulders. My dress suddenly felt too short.
When I heard women making their way into the bathroom, I straightened myself up, and turned to face the mirror again. I looked at myself just as the ladies filed in, talking too loudly about some jerk that was getting a little too friendly. I immediately glanced into the mirror to where I had seen Butch and her girl, but they had disappeared into a stall. I could hear them shuffling around, but I braced myself on the sink for a moment.
Then, without thinking, I walked past the girls, and made my way to the stalls. I gently pushed the door open that was next to the two lovers, and just stood there for a moment. I didn't know what to do. What was I waiting for? What did I want?
When the women had finished in the washroom and all was silent again, I began to think that the lovebirds had gone, and I was alone in there.
I finally opened the stall with some disappointment, only to be face-to-face with Butch herself. My heart started racing as she stepped into the stall with me, forcing me to take a few steps back and put my hands to walls. The door to the stall was locked, and I panicked: "What're you doing?"
My question just hung in the air for a moment, until she stepped in real close, and put her hand over my throat - pinning me to the wall with strength I hadn't known a woman could possess. My hands immediately went up in defence, but I simply watched her as she stared at me. Her bright blue eyes were staring into mine.
"Do you make it a habit to watch?"
